Disclaimer: I don't own any of these, just chill, I'm playing, promise. This is in a different reality, where Jean and Scott actually marry and don't get a proper honeymoon.

A/N: Thanks to Agent-G! You totally saved me in a number of cases whilst I was writing this!

After training there were two scenarios: everyone was either too tired to move except to shower and go lie down, or the adrenaline was pumping so hard that they couldn't sit still for more than a moment.

Today, most of the X-Men were experiencing the first, but Cyclops was amused and very active. He smiled secretly to himself and strode to the middle of the Danger Room, their specialised training facility.

"Right people. Training seems to have worn you all out. So tomorrow morning, five am, down here. Try again. You can beat this thing much faster, and more efficiently. I expect it. You can go. Jean? Hold back a second."

The other X-Men left the room, rolling their eyes and smirking at the young team leader and how subtle he wasn't. Jean watched them leave, confused.

"What is it Scott? I don't have to do it again do I?"

The tall, brown haired mutant shook his head and smiled at her, pulling her to him by her hips. "I just wanted you to myself, that's all."

Returning his smile, the newly-weds kissed deeply amid the wreckage of the Danger Room and for once didn't care who was watching…

Storm, one Ororo Monroe, slipped into the Observation Room above the Danger Room to check what her stats had been during the session. She smirked at the two lovers locked in an embrace, and sat down to change the Danger Room's setting. "Hank?"

She called across the hallway to the Beast, Dr Henry 'Hank' P. McCoy. "Would you please assist me, my friend? You are far better at using this console than I would dare imagine."

Showing his sharp incisors, he smiled at the white-haired beauty. "Of course my dear. What kind of thing did you have in mind for our stubborn young leader and his beautiful wife?"

Sharing a smile, Ororo and Hank constructed a new program and quickly put it into place, before activating it and shaking hands. That was a job well done. They exited the room and added notices to the DR entrance and the Ob. deck's entrance:

"In use, do not enter – order of the Doctor and Goddess"

Scott and Jean broke their kiss to find themselves surrounded by trees, and, instead of the electronic lights the Sun was peeking through the leaves above them. The redheaded telepath gasped and looked around in wonder.

"Who did this Slim? It's beautiful!"

Scott 'Slim' Summers had his mouth open and his eyes were huge behind his ruby-rose quartz visor.

"I have absolutely no clue. This isn't a program I've ever seen before, and I know all the programs we have." He frowned and folded his arms, thinking deeply.

His wife laughed. "Let's just take advantage, okay Cyclops? This is your favourite room, so let's enjoy it."

Unable to stop himself, Scott smiled. "Fine Red, but you're in big trouble if anyone sees me having fun."

They both laughed and Jean 'Red' Grey-Summers telekinetically changed their uniforms to loose, normal clothing. She carefully changed her husbands visor for his glasses, and wished dearly, not for the first time, that she could see his eyes always.

His hand reached up and brushed against her cheek, his guise of leader dropping as he allowed her to perform the most deadly task of changing his eyewear. Scott hated his power and what it could do, but he was more afraid of hurting his woman than anyone. He trusted her though, with his heart, soul, body and mind, more than he trusted anyone with.

Jean blushed slightly, still amazed that this man, who allowed no-one near him and was hardest to reach could be with her in such an intimate and beautiful way. She took his hand into hers, and kissed his fingertips gently. She cast her thoughts into his mind through their telepathic link, which their love and her power had forged.

Come on lover, this way

Logan viewed the notice with raised eyebrows and snorted before stalking to the top of the house, and creeping into the second home of the woman he had long respected and had come to love. He slunk between two towering plants and turned his head as she approached his current position.

As she busied herself, he smirked wolfishly and crept up behind her. Placing his chin just over her shoulder and whispering in her ear, he almost laughed as she jumped.

"Logan! What are you doing up here?" Her blue eyes shone with laughter, as she realised what he had done, and that it was indeed the feral mutant. She spun to face him fully, and he stepped back allowing her some personal space.

Smirking again, the Canadian spoke in his usual rough voice. "Nothin' 'Ro. Just wonderin' who in this house o' Chuck's would call themselves or be referred to as 'Goddess'."

His heightened senses saw her cheeks flush a tiny bit, and her muscles tense for a brief second, before the Weather Witch answered him.

"I suppose you would automatically assume me Logan. All right, I hold my hands up-" Ororo laughed, her eyes sparkling and holding her hands up by her shoulder, "-it was me and Henry that put up the notices. But you must admit, they do need time alone."

"They?" His eyebrows raised again as his eyes scanned her body before meeting hers once more. "You mean Cyke and Jeannie?"

Ororo laughed and nodded, twisting back around to tend to her seedlings. Logan leant next to her on the workbench and they began to talk, firstly about their friends, but the subjects varied and they talked well into the night…

Henry always worked late, always. It was a ritual almost. Train, work, think, sleep, eat, train, work, think, and sleep. He liked it that way. Not too complex and if anything cropped up, he would be able to handle it easily.

Sighing, he looked at his newest invention.

"It needs something more…" he murmured, tapping his chin, "Aha!"

The 'Beast' tapped a few keys on one of his computers and an image came up. He quickly added his modifications and clicked the save button. Stretching his long, blue furred arms, he yawned. What a beautiful thing, to be able to create. He could've purred with satisfaction, he was that happy.

"Knock knock." Came a voice from the doorway.

"Ah, Tessa, please, come in." Hank smiled at the friend he wasn't sure he entirely trusted yet. She was cunning and ruthless, but the Professor trusted her. Peculiar and most puzzling.

Sage, or Tessa Niles, entered the room, carrying a tray. "I thought as you were still working, you might need a coffee, or something to eat."

She attempted to smile and stay aloof, not wanting to show Hank the admiration she had for him and his work. Putting the tray down in a free space, Tessa made her way back to the door quietly. Hank watched her and put down his work, as he'd tried to ignore her.

"Miss Niles, Tessa? Please, join me. I will not eat alone."

The female mutant smiled and stopped, walking back to Doctor Hank McCoy. The man she secretly loved.

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